Stiles wasn’t good with pity. Not accepting nor giving. He nods back at Blaine but doesn’t comment. Clearly there was enough on the guy’s shoulders without Stiles trying to analyze him, even if he does notice the little changes in his face that follow. “No problem, dude. Could use a break myself anyway.” From plenty of things, but if anyone needed to get into their troubles tonight it was probably Blaine, should he want to.
With that, Stiles begins to lead the way across the parking lot. “So… I promise we’re not going anywhere weird, first of all, it’s just a little ways out and kind of hard to get to in the Jeep so the trip is already kind of time consuming. That being said, I usually clear my head on an empty stomach and grab something on the way back but if you want we can get some fries or whatever before we get too far. Have some snacks for the road.”
Tangling his fingers into the straps of his bag, he hefted it up over his shoulder and held it against the curve of his clavicle. Another nod. “I’m still grateful for you offering. Could have just told me you were busy. The thanks still stand. You deserve it,” his voice lifted and his smile was a whole lot less fake when he was trying to prove a point. Anywhere they went would be more than okay with him. As long as the lights of the town were at their backs and he could breathe.
His free hand found it’s way into the pocket of his old, but favorite zip-up hoodie. He didn’t care that his hair was still damp from the showers and whatever product wasn’t doing the greatest job of holding it back. Taking any more time to make sure it was perfect wasn’t a priority. Curiouser and curiouser, Blaine cocked his head to the side. “Sounds great,” he held up a finger from his bag strap, “I’d take weird if it was anyway. Weird sounds interesting considering not much around here can be classified as weird. Unless you’re up on the mountain looking for UFOs.. Or Sasquatch?” He mused with another light smile. “Nah. I’m good. Got some water in my bag and we can always eat on the way back.”
“Having a curfew would rely on people being around to enforce it.” He lets it slip out before he can get hold of his tongue and control the words coming out his mouth. Crinkled eyebrows give way and he tries to fake a lopsided, apologetic smile. Failure came in how he didn’t meet the other’s eyes until he was shoving his tongue against the inside of his lip. Waiting. Ready to go wherever Stiles’ keys were the gateway to wherever they could go to just get away from here.
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